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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 16:59:26 GMT -5
I smile when he offers me a grin before releasing a sigh when he says his mom took Chelsea out to eat with his family. Once I'm in the kitchen, I put the wine on the rack and go back into the other room, grabbing a drink from the case and cracking it open before I take a gulp from it and sit back on a chair and smile at Drew. My mouth turns as I take a moment to actually taste the difference in the drinks and I can't help but smile. "God, you're going to love Italian wine," I say with a smile as I take another gulp.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 17:26:06 GMT -5
I grab a beer from the case and sit down on a stool, raising my eyebrows at her. "Yeah? Us French have refined tastes." I reply playfully, sticking out my tongue at Varla before taking another gulp from my can and pushing my hair from my face. Soon I finish it and I crumple it in my hand before tossing it towards the trash can and making it. I didn't really know in the front of my mind that I was trying to get the incident with Corrine off my mind, but I was. I reach for another beer and crack it open to take a swig.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 17:32:38 GMT -5
I look up when he sticks out his tongue and I roll my eyes before taking a sip of what was left and tossing it into the garbage. I reach for another and crack it open as I sit beside Drew and take a gulp. My hand goes to his and I smile at him before I take a lady like sip from the can and smiling. "So, it's just us," I say, not noticing how provocative it sounded when I said it. I take another sip before I giggle lightly and smile.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 17:51:21 GMT -5
I look over as she sits beside me and I raise my eyebrows a bit, a blush crossing my face as she pointed out that it was just us here. I look away after my eyes meet hers and I take a sip of my beer. "I, uh, I'm going to get into something more comfortable." I mumble, standing and striding over to the stairs to start up them. I wasn't good with situations like this, though sex or anything near it was probably the farthest thing from Varla's mind. I huff escapes me and I take another gulp from my beer as I shut the door before unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off. I set my can down and squat down to zip open my suitcase, digging through jeans for a shirt.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 17:55:57 GMT -5
I take a gulp of my drink after he goes up the stairs to change and walk back to the couch to lay down as I kick off my heels and take a sip of the beer again. Soon, I decide that I need to change out of the dress and go up the stairs to the room. I open the door and sneak into the bathroom, opening my suitcase before I realize my zipper was stuck. A huff escapes me and I poke my head out, looking at Drew shyly. "Could you help me?" I ask, ready to get out of the dress. A huff escapes me and I look down for a second.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 18:05:46 GMT -5
I find my white and black striped tank top and I straighten up, pulling it over my head as I heard the door open and then the bathroom door close. I take a few more gulps of my beer before undoing my belt and tugging my jeans down before stepping into my gym shorts. I toss my jeans into the little hamper and jump as Varla pokes her head out. "What do you need help with?" I ask, moving over to lean against the doorframe.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 18:20:28 GMT -5
I smile when I see him jump and giggle lightly before looking at him. "My dress zipper is stuck," I say, looking up at him as he leans on the door-frame. I turn around and show him my back in hopes that he'd unzip it. I hum to myself, closing my eyes and rest my head on the door with a smile as I see us in the mirror. I reach over to take a sip of my beer before looking back at Drew and smiling slightly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 18:24:35 GMT -5
"Oh." I say, nodding a bit as my hand found her zipper to slide it down to where it ended at her lower back. A blush crosses my face and I turn and plop down on my bed, reaching for my beer to take a sip. I look back over at Varla for a moment before looking up at the ceiling. Why couldn't I be smooth? I was such a.. loser. Yep, a loser.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 18:27:48 GMT -5
I smile as he unzips my dress and decide not to close the door as I go back to my clothes and allow the dress to slide down. I pull on a pair of shorts and a loose T-shirt before walking to where Drew was sitting. I kiss his cheek lightly before I go back to the bathroom and zip up my bag, bringing it back into the room. My body falls onto the bed once I'm close to my bed and I smile, closing my eyes as I hummed to myself again.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 18:31:25 GMT -5
I look up as Varla walks over to plant a kiss to my cheek and I grin a little before finishing my beer as she lays down on her bed. "If, I'm right.. this might still be there." I murmur, getting to my feet and opening the closer before pulling down the trapdoor to the attic before pulling out a bottle of Jack. "I have to hide it from Aymeric or he'll drink it." I explain, shrugging a bit as I plop down beside her and screw it to take a swig before offering it to her.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 18:54:03 GMT -5
My fingers wrap around my wrist for a second before I notice Drew getting up and going to the closet. He pulls out a bottle of Jack and I smile, scooting over so he can sit beside me. He opens it and I take a swig after him and giggle. "It's been forever since I've had an actual drink," I say, smiling at him and leaning my head on his shoulder. I was hoping that I'd get drunk. That was also something that hadn't gone on forever.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 18:59:33 GMT -5
I grin as she takes a gulp before I bring it to my lips again. "Same here." I sigh, wrapping my free arm around Varla's waist as her head rested on my shoulder. I take another gulp before offering it to her once more. I was hoping I'd get drunk, but I just hoped that I didn't do or say something that I'd regret later- especially with Varla.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 19:05:30 GMT -5
As his arm wraps around me, I take the drink and take another gulp before smiling and kissing his cheek lightly. I knew French and Italian's drank a lot so there was no doubt we were both going to drink our hearts out while we were out of America. My fingers lace with his for a moment before I look up and pull the cover around us. I had grown use to the weather where I lived for a few years so I was a bit chilly.
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Post by Andrew Bataille on Sept 22, 2013 19:12:17 GMT -5
I tilt my head back a bit as I bring it to my lips again, casting a slightly embarassed look in her direction. I smile over at Varla as she laces our fingers together before she pulls the blanket around our shoulders and I roll my eyes teasingly. "Is not cold." I chuckle, sticking out my tongue at her before taking another swig from the bottle, now about half of it being gone. I knew that Aymeric probably wouldn't be back until the morning and my parents were probably going to stay visitng someone until late.
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Post by Varla Jenson on Sept 22, 2013 19:19:40 GMT -5
I smile as he looks at me before he rolls his eyes. "Well, I haven't been in Europe for a while," I say, rolling my eyes before taking the bottle again and taking a large gulp. My fingers release the cover and I giggle, leaning back on the bed with a large smile. "Abbiamo bisogno di piĆ¹ alcool," I mumble, closing my eyes and not realizing that my shirt had risen up to the underside of my breast. My head lolls to the side for a second. "Oppure, potremmo solo fare sesso," I mumble, not realizing what I said for a moment. I blush and cover my head with a pillow.
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